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Who: Irene Adler and Odessa Wander.
What: Wine and women are Irene's preferred coping mechanisms.
Where: Syriac Well, then to Odessa's place in Mafaton
When: After this.
Notes: Irene's wardrobe.
Warnings: Just look at who's involved here. (In other words, TBA).

When Irene meets someone, the question she asks herself is how can I use them?

Tonight, is no different- no, it's not. But that doesn't mean she can't want to see Odessa. Using someone and liking them are not mutually exclusive. Really, it's better when they mix, isn't it? Makes things more fun.

Right.

God, she's tired, she thinks, as she moves on high heels through the corridors, down staircases- not in terms of needing to sleep (that won't happen, anyway, she'll just stare at the ceiling and think herself in circles) but in terms of being numb. Worn down. Almost too tired to act.

Almost.

Tonight, she needs a distraction- and a comfort, though Irene doesn't take comfort like other people do. She needs other people to need her; she's reassured by people depending upon her, being addicted to her. It reminds her of her place in the world, her power.

It's good to hold onto people. Sometimes you can almost lose yourself in them. Sometimes the world is very, very simple and consists of only two people. (Or three, or four, depending, admittedly, on what you like).

She leaves the building in full armour- a trench coat with a fur collar and matching fur-trim gloves, gold glinting on her clutch and her shoes, her lips a brilliant red. Predatory, elegant, in charge. (Everything she wants to project, everything she wants to believe- another reason why, against all the odds, Irene Adler has been known to look after people, the fun of self-deception).

Fortunately, she thinks, perhaps a little cruelly, she won't have to wait long; Odessa is nothing if not eager.

How can I use her?

Tonight: as respite.

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"Thank you," Odessa responds graciously, moving to the closet to hang up Irene's (frankly enviable) coat. With her back turned to the other woman, she bites down on a grin, feeling at once satisfied with herself and all aflutter about... Something she shouldn't be, really. Also with her back turned, she rolls her eyes. Just at herself.

She thinks to fill the silence, "You're too kind." She moves then toward the staircase that leads up from the mostly empty entry. "After you."

Irene casts her a smirk, eyes glinting, and sashays past her, clicking up the stairs. "Playing the gentleman?" she inquires, trailing her fingers up the banister rail. Her other hand toys briefly with the hem of her dress- not at all unintentionally, or nervously. It's a gesture designed to attract attention- much like the slightly wild smile she throws Odessa over her shoulder. It's almost conspiratorial, as if they're misbehaving together.

Which, well- they might be, mightn't they?

Odessa smiles in return, with a faint blush to accompany the curl of lips. It's both calculated in its supposed innocence and completely honest about it. "Just the good hostess," she insists.

Life's no fun if you behave all the time. At the top of the stairs, she makes a sweeping gesture to encompass the kitchen-dining-living area combo. "I should hire a decorator or something. I had planned to transplant some of my flowers, move them inside, but..." She shrugs faintly, leaving the implication that her garden may not be what it once was after all the recent to-do.

She moves from the landing and toward the kitchen set-up, and a waiting bottle of wine. "This reminds me very much of a Syrah, though they called it something else. I confess, I can't read the label." She pours a modest amount into the first glass, then glances up to her guest, and friend, to pour into a second. "Say when."

Irene folds her arms and smiles indulgently at her, waiting for a slightly more than modest amount to fill the glass before- "That'll do marvelously." She plucks the glass from the table and takes a sip, smiling at her over the rim of the glass.

"Delightful," she pronounces. "Both the wine and the house. Did your garden bear the brunt of recent events? I know my flat's in a state."

"It's mostly a rock garden right now," the blonde admits. "I tried to get video of some of the pests before I shooed them away, and they attacked me." She gestures toward her forehead. "Which is how I got the..." A shrug. You know.

"And I'm glad you like it." The house and the wine. "If ever you need a place to stay while your flat's under repair, or... for any reason." She's demure then, as if suddenly shy. "You know you need only ask."

"War wound," Irene finishes for her, and she reaches out a hand to brush Odessa's hair from her forehead, looking at the injury with an unreadable expression for a second before meeting Odessa's eyes, hand dropping to her side once more. Her smile spreads slowly, and she clicks a nail against her glass once, twice, as if she's considering the offer.

"For any reason?" she murmurs- a question but not- and keeps looking at her. Her voice is low, intimate, quiet but oddly carrying. "Be careful," she suggests, a smile which looks like a threat or a promise turning up the corners of her lips.

"Just one more to add to my collection." She hides the insecurity behind a smile. Her mind races, plagued by doubts directed both at herself and Irene's true intent. How much of what they seem to have is real, and how much of it exists just because Odessa pays Miss Adler to do what she does best?

After all that, her smile only broadens. "I know what I'm offering." Odessa thinks she and Irene are similar in ways that should probably be troubling, and likely would be to someone considered to be more rational. Wine set aside, Odessa reaches up to cup the woman's face in her hands, eyes fluttering shut as she leans in to kiss her.

Irene leans close and shuts her eyes, managing to multitask as she puts down her wine. Her hand finds Odessa's waist, and she kisses her gently, but not without a certain hunger.

And she knows what Odessa's worrying about- she's had clients she's crossed lines with, women and men, either because she was bored or tired or lonely or because they needed to believe they were something special for her to get the most out of them. "So you're throwing caution to the winds," she murmurs as they part, though their faces remain close, foreheads together. It could sound warning, or rueful, but instead she's smiling- it sounds more like she's flirting. "Good."

"It's sort of my thing," Odessa asserts in the same breath as a husky chuckle. Caution is for people who don't intend to die young. Not that Odessa intends to die young, it's just that she's long considered that an occupational hazard, and thus a strong possibility.

Her thumb strokes absently over Irene's cheek, enjoying the proximity for as long as she'll allow it. Odessa has long decided that no matter what they may be doing, it's always Irene's decision whether they'll continue on, or for how long. "You remind me of someone I used to know," she admits. "That's another thing I'm good at." At first it seems like she might not elaborate, opting instead for one more kiss, but she keeps it brief. "Blurring the lines of professionalism. But I'm not sure if that's what we're doing here, or isn't it?" It isn't as though Odessa's ever tried to strike up some sort of relationship with someone she's been paying for sex before.

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I thought I'd replied to this omg D:

No worries! <3

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